I’ve been procrastinating with launching this blog – just not knowing how to frame what will be published here. This is not a blog about me or my life, and yet I am intimately involved in its content because without my consciousness and all that it contains, without my intention, my availability and my capacity to articulate, it would not exist.
Over recent months, as a result of my involvement in collective inquiries of various kinds (see the blogroll), I have become a mouthpiece for non-physical intelligences inhabiting the subtle realms that interpenetrate our universe. Needless to say, I have neither proof nor any scientific basis for this claim – other than my own sense of truth. My motives are to serve my own soul’s purpose and to indulge the insatiable curiosity that draws me into these inquiries in the first place.
It always starts with a question, or a focus of inquiry. Without an explicit invitation, no communication is possible from beyond the veil. Their readiness to respond is announced by waves of ecstasy – I pick up my journal and my pen and my mind empties like water down the drain. Then I just write, without needing to think at all about structure or content. And I keep writing until it’s finished.
I have asked on several occasions who it is that’s speaking through me. The answer leaves me none the wiser, but familiarity with this unseen presence brings its own reward in love and wonder, transforming the world into a magical and numinous field of infinite potential.
“You keep wondering who we are. You are not yet equipped to understand our reality. We choose to refer to ourselves in the plural – we are many, and yet we are one. Your language and your senses are not able to accommodate an accurate picture. You can feel our presence, you can accept your knowing of us, and you call allow us into your reality. Our only way in at this time is through your hearts and minds. That is enough. We are your cosmic family. Welcome home.”